This is a portion of a poem in praise of Mohammed, his army and jihad, composed by Ka’b b. Malik prior to the siege at Ta’if in Arabia, about two years prior to Mohammed’s death (1):
Our leader (Muhammad) the prophet, firm,
Pure of heart, steadfast, continent,
Straightforward, full of wisdom, knowledge, and clemency;
Not frivolous nor light minded.
We obey our prophet and we obey a Lord
Who is the Compassionate, most kind to us.
If you offer peace we will accept it
And make you partners in peace and war.
If you refuse we will fight you doggedly,
‘Twill be no weak faltering affair.
We shall fight as long as we live
Till you turn to Islam, humbly seeking refuge.
We will fight not caring whom we meet
Whether we destroy ancient holdings or newly gotten gains.
How many tribes assembled against us
Their finest stock and allies!
They came at us thinking they had no equal
And we cut off their noses and ears
With our fine polished Indian swords,
Driving them violently before us
To the command of God and Islam,
Until religion is established, just and straight, and
Al-Lat and al-‘Uzza and Wudd are forgotten
And we plunder them of their necklaces and earrings.
For they had become established and confident,
And he who cannot protect himself must suffer disgrace.
In other words, submit to us or we will attack you with ruthless cruelty using foreign technology which we are incapable of making ourselves, until we have forced our religion upon you. Then we will plunder your wealth because we are bullies or, to use an equivalent modern term, fascists who believe that might is right and if you can’t protect yourselves (from us) then tough.
Remind you of anyone? Yes, it’s got to be IS, the organisation of random psychopaths with no connection to the peaceful religion of Mohammed.
It’s a puzzle isn’t it?
(1) Alfred Guillaume The Life of Muhammad. A translation of Ibn Ishaq’s Sirat Rasul Allah